Whenever my husband and I go out to dinner, which isn't all that often but certainly does happen, my husband will order something with fish in it 100% of the time. Why? I don't like fish. I don't make fish. I don't serve him fish. I suck at fish. Poor guy!
I remember when we were living about 20 minutes outside of Washington, DC for the summer, we thought it would be fun to get some fish. Okay, Ryan thought it would be fun - we all know how I feel about this. We were much closer to the ocean than our usual Utah-land-locked self, so he thought we should find some crab or lobster somewhere while we were out there. We drove around and found a place with fresh lobster and crab - caught that very day! I didn't taste any, but from what he said, it was apparently amazing. It still smelled like a bowl of fish to me, but I was happy that he was happy.
On the table was a pile of cheddar biscuits. They were super-garlicy, but in a really delicious way; each one was loaded with pockets of cheddar cheese. The biscuits were seriously heavenly, and so addicting! I made the classic mistake of filling up on them before my fish-less entree arrived, and didn't even care. I had found my new love, and my stomach was filled to the brim with them.
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